Him And Me
This is called dating
A few months later, Wita has recovered from her illness and Raka keeps her promise to become a teacher of Wita tutoring. Eventually all the trouble was gone.
It did not feel finally the time at the graduation of Wita had arrived, the day that awaited her had come she cried haru in the event.
Attended by his beloved family as well as Raka who is a special person in his life that makes him unable to look at any man other than himself as well as the man who became his tutoring teacher who continues to help him learn in the face of his backwardness due to some events that have happened and managed to pass through it.
The man who was always in love with the suffering of his life. They both managed to get through it all in their relationship.
Wita hugged her parents happily.
"Thank you for helping me out all this time." Wita said with a happy face.
"Of course it's my job." Raka.
And that day ended with a photo of Wita and family and of course there is also a photo of Wita with Raka.
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"Well Raka, now what do you want to do?" tanya Wita sat opposite to Raka at her house table. They are talking seriously now.
"I want to ask you out" said Raka looking at Wita seriously.
"Dating?" tanya Wita scrunched her forehead not knowing what a date is like. All he knew about the date was to spend time together. He thought that they had not been together all this time, is not it already called a date.
"Don't you think if all this time we often do it is called a date" said Raka looked at Wita seriously again.
"The date was to do something romantic," Raka explained to Wita to understand.
"Romantic?" tanya Wita started thinking things out.
"Oh don't tell me you're going to do something nasty to me, I don't want to" Wita said. Buy all Raka's thoughts that are true in romantic moments he will steal the opportunity for Wita. He imagined he would really be knocked down by Wita if he really dared to try it.
Although Raka used to go on dates with girls but she never made a lot of fun with the girls she just invited them to eat in romantic places. But when with Wita he really wants to do the most romantic thing with the girl but unfortunately Wita will not want to.
When can I marry her. Batin Raka was already impatient to inaugurate Wita as his wife. But Raka is also waiting for the right time for this moment, Raka will now let Wita enjoy the ideals that he dreamed first and then he will make Wita his own.
"Ah, then we go for a walk. Wherever you want to go, I will deliver." said Raka, usually they have often been out but only walk.
"Why should I find her place?" tanya Wita actually wants to give the place to Raka.
"You want me to decide the place, of course I will do what is called a date" said Raka. Wita immediately thought strangely. The notion of dating in their heads is completely different.
"All right I will determine, if that's how we go on the road until we find a good place" said Wita. Raka just nodded.
"I changed my clothes first, yes" said Wita went into his room.
For some reason when entering his room Wita became confused choosing what clothes he was wearing. Wita was never like that usually he always used to wear makeshift clothes when meeting Raka and sometimes he went with the clothes he was wearing. But this time he was confused because it was just a dating word.
Old Tumben Wita, not as usual. Batin Raka's.
Raka then remembered the word 'date' just now she smiled.
When Wita came out of the room, Raka was amazed by Wita's appearance. She is not as usual for Raka she looks beautiful. It was not in vain that he waited for Wita for almost half an hour. At that time Wita really dressed up pretty for the first time just to make the man happy. And sure enough the man was satisfied with Wita's elegant appearance.
"You are beautiful," said Raka with a smile to make Wita bowed embarrassed to say nothing and a sense of awkwardness arose between the two of them.
"Ah, let's then walk now," said Raka cutting off the awkwardness she made.
They both enjoy the sightseeing that day they visit beautiful places like the beach.
"Raka let's take a photo together," said Wita, they took a picture of the two became a separate memory on the date.
Once satisfied on the beach they go again to the mountain area.
"Why are you Wita?" Raka asked who saw Wita rubbing her hands.
"It turns out the weather here is quite cold," said Wita laughed bland cloudy weather turned out to make the area in the mountains cold.
Raka took off the jacket she was wearing and put it on to Wita.
"Thank you Raka" said Wita.
"Where it is now warm right," said Raka touching Wita's hand channeling warmth.
"Umm," nods Wita.
"Why are we here till night?" Ask Raka.
"Haha, you want the events of the past to happen again. We both stray in the middle of the woods like that." Wita.
"Seriously, when I remember the incident I salute you Wita, you are willing to give your jacket just to make a pillow for me," said Raka laughed.
"At that time you were like a superhero" Raka said exaggeratingly, but Wita blushed. And of course Raka became happy.
Suddenly a rain came upon them.
"Ah rain," said Wita.
"Well, let's find a shelter." Raka said finally brought Wita to a restaurant and warm food there. After a drizzling rain that turned out only for a short time they started down the streets again enjoying their togetherness while chatting happily.
And lastly closed with a fried food event on the side of the road. For Raka this fried-eating event is the strangest date in all of her dates with the girls she has ever been on.
"Is this what we call dating?" ask Raka to Wita.
"This is dating in my sense, spending time with you without having to do things that we shouldn't do before we're officially together" Wita.l explained
"Wita I really love and love you," said Raka holding the cold hand of the nervous Wita.
"Me too, I love you and love you." said Wita looked down embarrassed.
The grip of the hand was released when the fry seller in the place was busy watching the scene of their affection while smiling to himself.
"Based on the young man" said the seller, and they both bowed in shame.
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